A Journey of Words

Two hundred years? You’re crazy, man.”
“How’d Mary start the bisect this time?” the man asked. “What did she do to trigger your journey tonight?”
“How do you know—?”
“Just answer the damn question!”
“I stole a mandolin. From that moment on, everything’s been like something out of The Twilight Zone.”
“Stole a mandolin? Wow, she is getting lazy,” the man said, chuckling. “I guess she stopped caring about originality. A few lives ago, she would’ve plotted some real doozies to activate the bisect. I’m a little disappointed in her creative integrity, to be honest.”
“This is ridiculous. I’m taking the boat, and I’m leaving,” Big Riff said and turned toward the jagged rocks.

Another one?” Harry asked.
“Tonight, my friend, keep ’em coming.”